“Hey,” Roy breathes as he comes through the door to the tattoo studio for your session. He gives you a nod and offers you a smile.

You’re the first and only tattoo artist he’s been going to and he’s determined to keep it that way. You’re the one that tattooed both his biceps and he wants you to tattoo the rest of the tattoos he’s gonna get.

Your reviews were good—and still are, he makes sure of that—but admittedly, he probably picked you because you seemed nice. And you fit his type. But that’s not the point. And that’s definitely not why he always comes back to get his tattoos done by you. You do your job well and he loves the work you did on his biceps. That, and you’re nice to talk to during your sessions together.

You pull the wheeled stool to the tattoo bed he’s sitting on and begin setting up the small workstation with your tools and other equipment you’ll need.